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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, listen, I'm hoppin’ down this crazy ol’ street, right, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just to see what’s cookin’. Not my usual carrot patch, but I’m curious, doc! Like in *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, where Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his noggin, I’m wonderin’—what’s it like, bein’ stuck in that world? “I am fading,” he says, but these folks out here, they’re loud, livin’, hustlin’! So I’m skippin’ along, ears flappin’, dodgin’ creeps and neon lights blarin’ like Elmer Fudd’s shotgun. Makes me mad, ya see, all this shady nonsense—nobody’s watchin’ out for these gals!

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I must mention Tupelo’s backward charm too. You’ve got the little-known gem, Auntie Mabel’s Corner (not on any fancy map), where the locals spill goss and secret history, like the old tale of how Elvis once moonlighted as a street performer when the city was still sprouting its quirky roots. Not all tales are tidy, I must confess—some bits make me mad, like how they forgot spelling “magnificnt” on the plaque. What a load of rubbish, right?

Second person arrested in connection with Tupelo assault